One down, 19 to go! The deed went down at Francine's new house. Jo Ann, Grady and P stopped there to meet up with her and Helen, and to see how they were getting on with moving Francine's furniture in. Helen picked up sammies for lunch. P snagged a ham n cheese sam, tore into it, and left the tooth in the bun.
A few minutes later, I got a call at the office. It was Pablo. I picked up the line and heard this voice on the other end scream 'My tooth fell out Papa!' I made them stop in their tracks and come to the office so I could see this wonderful toothless boy. Amazing!
By the way: earlier this morning, Jo Ann took P to CHLA for a blood draw. His platelets are at 71,000. Dr M told them to come back in the morning, and he'll check him in for his FINAL ROUND OF CHEMO!!!!!!!
I will be on a plane to Austin at 6:30 a.m. Going there for the South By Southwest music festival. I wish I was going to be here to check in for this last run. But, then, it's symbolic that I'm taking my FIRST business trip since Pablo's diagnosis as he and Jo Ann check in at CHLA for the final run. That will be some fuel in my tank, knowing that Jo Ann and I are dividing our duties and kickin ass.